I met with sharp lapels of lies and falsehoods
bent out of pure calculation of geometric proportions
and distracted eyes
But I chose you
you were there waiting
Your
stubborn silence and the warm blanket that
are your hands
Among the screams of those who want to vent anger
and empty fictions
of characters who are ridiculous and flat
comics
Vanity altered
choose your scent that smells good
able to defuse the smile and the voice deep
full thickness
never over the top
We recognize the same look beyond
every little
tangible thing
And if one day, maybe you happen to turn
the weary head
please remember me least
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